But when the two of them broke out of the window, they stepped out of the air without touching the ground, and had several ups and downs disappeared in the downtown area. People were surprised by how they slapped the tables, as if they met an immortal on the road and worshiped him, it was not in the text.

Then Wan Ke and his party rushed for thousands of miles, without a moment of rest. The young man could only hear the sound of wind in his ears, the strong wind was like a knife, and even breathing was a little difficult. When he looked up, Jian Yi was now frost-faced and his eyebrows were burning.

Since it was not a thousand miles of voice transmission, how did the speaker know what Jianyi so-called? Wan Ke did not dare to ask, only for fear of disturbing the man who was behind Feng Ming's trouble.

Through the forest and the flowers are hidden, Jian Yi finally pressed his body next to a mountain stream. The fields are green and the stream is gurgling with beautiful scenery.

Jian looked around and frowned slightly, and said loudly: "I'd like to ask my friend to show up and talk!"

The mountains and forests are empty, and before they finish their words, the echoes are heard everywhere, and there are only birds and monkeys crying, but the two of them have never seen any trace of the figure again.

But Wan Ke also deceived himself and tentatively said, "Is it because of the adoptive father... we went wrong?"

"No, after the visitor spoke, we rushed out. The trace of spiritual skills has not yet dissipated. It is impossible to make mistakes..." After saying this, the man had touched his hand on the sword again, sinking his qi to the dantian and then said loudly, "Why not say anything in person? Please let your friend show up and speak!"

The breeze blows on my face, and the water in the mountains is gurgling. The valley is as quiet as a paradise. This speech suddenly becomes like a stone sinking into the sea, but the sword is like a fool who talks to himself.

"Entertainment Father, maybe that man has gone far... I'm better..."

"Since I was determined to persuade me to turn back, how could the person who came here fail?" The man frowned and said in a deep voice, "No need to say more, this matter has arisen because of the Changsheng Gate. Today I must find a truth!" After saying that, the man had already reached his throat and spoke, but there was a sound behind the two of them.

There was only one person behind him who said lightly: "Okay, okay - I'm so arrogant at such a young age. Why don't you look back?"

When the two of them heard this, they were shocked. They turned their heads like electric shock. They saw that there was indeed an old man with crane hair and a child-faced face sitting upright on a huge rock, as if a person was a scene, and a scene was a person... No wonder the man had tried his best to investigate several times and several times. This old man had already achieved the state of emptiness and self-immunity that was united by man and nature!

The old man smiled and closed his eyes slightly, but it seemed that he had been sitting for a long time. But when he saw him, he didn't open his eyes, and gently twisted his long beard and said slowly: "It's not easy for you to find this Echo Valley with just a little spiritual sense."

The man immediately smiled loudly, then took a step and stopped Wan Ke behind him, and said lightly: "Dare you ask who guides me here to talk... is the master?"

The old man smiled without reducing his smile and showed off, and said lightly: "It's me."

The man gritted his teeth and continued, "Where did you ask the Emperor's Immortal Palace?"

The old man immediately smiled loudly and said, "The White Jade Capital in the sky, the twelve floors and five cities. The immortals support me and get the immortality. I am the one from the Eternal Sect."

Wan Ke only felt that the sword and tiger body were shaking. Without waiting for the man to say this man, the old man continued: "I think my immortality line has a thousand-year foundation. The Xingmen and sects in the world are all floating and rising and falling. How bloody storms have never been seen... This time it is related to the rise and fall of my lineage, how can it be destroyed by your little baby's hand?"

The young man believed that the man was blocking him, and his mind was calm, so he was naturally fearless when he spoke. But when he heard that the young man pressed his hands on the sword and teased himself: "What a turtle bastard who has been a thousand or eight hundred years old, but he didn't know what their life veins had to do with the fact that the free-range Qin was a disaster for the world? He was really not afraid of being stolen by those evil birds!"

As soon as his hand touched the man's clothes, Wan Kefang knew that the man's outfit was soaked in cold sweat, but it was too late to be shocked this time!

The old man still had a peaceful eyebrows, his smile on his lips did not diminish at all, and he slowly said, "What a kid, you are so rude. Your father really should discipline you. Elders should chat and chat, but younger generations should not speak--"

After saying a word, Wan Ke felt a burst of cramping in his chest, as if thousands of arrows were pierced into his heart. Then he seemed to have been pressed on a huge rock with a thousand kilograms across his chest, and a turbid air stuck in his chest, which was not allowed to go up or down. Within a moment, his face collapsed straight on the ground with a purple complexion.

On the other hand, the old man seemed to be really just teaching the child a lesson; he was still calm and had never moved his fingers from beginning to end.

Seeing that Wan Ke was restrained, how dare this man acted rashly? He immediately held the sword's hand tightly and begged: "The child's momentary enthusiasm is all the fault of his younger generation. Please stop and let the child go!"

The old man still looked calm and said, "It's not important, I have this sense of responsibility."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Ke felt that the pressure around him disappeared suddenly, but he was extremely weak and sweating all over. He was panting and glaring at the old man with anger on his face.

When the old man saw this, he laughed rather than angry and said loudly: "This kid has the appearance of me back then, but... his qualifications are too poor, um... it's really too bad!"

Jian Yi ignored the old man and said respectfully: "I dare to ask senior, but is this the first leader of the Immortal Line?"

The old man said: "The first person is so harsh. I am just a master... Little baby, I am so angry that I want to ask you, what are you doing when you are looking for this Eternal Sect?"

Jian Yi said: "I just want to ask if the ten thousand poisonous birds Qinyuan at the foot of Fengming Mountain are left by your sect?"

The old man pondered himself, but asked irresponsibly: "Are you... really not afraid of death?"

"I just want to ask the ten thousand poisonous birds under Fengming Mountain Qinyuan were left by your sect?" After not answering, he already answered. Since he came to Echo Valley, how could Jianyi be afraid of death?

The old man stroked his long beard thoughtfully and said quietly: "Oh——If that's the case, then you killed Wan Jiqin?"

Jian Yi said loudly: "Yes!"

The old man said again: "That day Yin Pavilion ignored it, why are you?"

Jian Yidao: "For the people of the world."

"Crazy, crazy!"

When the old man heard this, he slowly stood up and patted the dust on his legs. How could he be different from the old man in the market?

"What are the people in the world you tell me? Can you tell me this immortal?"

Jian Yidao: "Birds, animals, flowers, plants, trees, and all living beings."

"laugh--"

The old man snorted again, his eyes suddenly opened, and two rays of light burst out. The sword was unprepared, and with these two rays of light, he was shocked to retreat several times, his legs staggered, and a mouthful of turbid blood sprayed on the ground.

"With your ability, you dare to boast about Haikou's plead for the people? Meddle in other people's business!"

The old man casually raised his withered palm and looked forward. The two of them felt an endless pressure coming. Although Jianyi was pulling the sword to protect his body, they were still shocked by the rush of energy, and their faces were like yellow earth. Their bodies shook twice. The two were already kneeling on one knee and vomiting a large pool of blood again.

But when he heard the man smiled sadly, he sniffed: "In this way, senior is the poisoned person?"

The old man smiled unabated, "It's the old man..."

"Ke'er is good to remember..." But seeing that the man's steel teeth were tightly biting, his sword-holding hand had already revealed his blue veins, and immediately pointed his toes, turning into a phantom and rushed out, "If you can leave this place alive, you can realize this sword technique by yourself, Tianjian Thirteen!"

The sword roared in a deep voice, but it was like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

As soon as the crack appeared, the sky was flooded with a red light. The vast world seemed to return to chaos and desolation. A picture of the end of the world instantly crawled across Wan Ke's body. He felt that the whole world had turned black, and a red light that looked like blood was removed - a sword light!

The bright red sword light was not as domineering and sharp as the sword intent of the sky sword. The sword was neither fast nor slow, and it seemed that a three-year-old child could easily avoid it. Just wait for Wan Ke to look elsewhere, here, the green trees, red flowers, floating clouds and leaves, and even the top-down gurgling waterfall in the mountains was strangely stopped in the air. Unexpectedly, Jian Yi's Tianjian Thirteen could stop in time and space!

With such a destructive sword, why should the adoptive father have the idea of ​​not returning to it? Looking at the old man, his long beard was flying and he was condensed in the air because of this sword. This time, he was determined without hesitation, how could this old man avoid it?

But with a "clang" sound, it seemed like the sword was slashing into a stubborn stone.

The man's pupils suddenly shrank, and he said in a lost voice: "The sky-eye is clear!"

The old man didn't move, and just used two fingers to pinch the crack of Jian Yi. There was still a light and gentle look between his eyebrows, and he said quietly: "You little baby is full of spiritual charm. You can cut time and space with one sword at a young age. Such a fast sword is capable of breaking through this world. It's a pity that your sword technique is still so hot-sword-the sword is a good sword... Huh? This weapon... has the smell of a sea of ​​blood in the sea! It seems that your little baby is still related to the blood demon that old guy? Oh! Isn't this the old guy's devastating sword!"

There is a saying:

The road to immortality meets the gate of Changsheng, and the clear valley is searching for the deep valley.

It is difficult to cut the ghost blocking the road, and it is a sinner forever.

If you want to know what happens next, let’s wait for the next breakdown…
Chapter completed!